“Blind” by Becky-Boo.

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Reach for the stars they said; always try to aim higher.

But they never said it would burn; those fuckers are on fire.

There’s a light at the end; even if the tunnel is long.

So I ran for that light; it was a fucking A-Bomb.

It very nearly killed me; I’m lucky to be alive.

But knowing my luck; I’ll be the only one to survive.

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Fucking typical.

Lady Luck.

Always waiting.

To fuck my shit up.

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When the dust settled; you were there.

You were so beautiful; I could only stand and stare.

Everything I dreamed of, my saving grace.

You held me so tightly and kissed the bruise on my face.

I fell to my knees; I looked in to your eyes.

I could see straight away you were gentle and wise.

You could help me get thru this; you could show me the way.

You could protect me and teach me; take my fears away.

And I could love you; I could take your pain.

I could heal you and guide you; because we are the same.

Your hands are burned too; we have the same scars.

We kept aiming higher; we both wanted the stars.

They’re up there for a reason; so let’s leave them alone,

I’m tired and dirty and I want to go home.

So we set off together; burnt hand in burnt hand.

To seek our joint fortune; in this now baron land.

Our destiny is out there; our path yet to find.

But the light was so bright; now the blind lead the blind.

We climb through the debris; and mountains of rubble.

A false sense of security; in our own little bubble.

.

I follow you.

You follow me.

I know what you know.

You see what I see.

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Walking for days now; neither one of use knowing.

Where this is leading; unsure where we’re going.

I never questioned the way; why would I care?

It just felt ok; because you were there.

I trust you completely; with my life and my soul.

It wasn’t your fault; neither one of us saw the hole.

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The hole in our vision.

The hole in the land.

The hole we walked in to.

The hole in our plan.

We fell down together; naive, unaware.

So blinded by each other; we didn’t even care.

Now we can’t get any deeper; into this hole.

No light at the end here; no stars we can hold.

But somehow it feels safer; not to try to improve.

Less change of failure; nothing to loose.

And you’re going nowhere.

So now nor am I.

Safe in our hole.

To grow old and die.

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